Chapter 49 Prince Yu’s Favor
Song Rouxi turned around and left, almost running, eager to leave this place that made her lose face.
The third floor fell silent for a moment.
Song Ci squeezed her hands and broke the silence first.
"Thank you for not exposing me today. That day..."
She slowly told Pei Ji what happened that day, and told him that she had not deliberately used him, but that she really could not think of a better way at the moment.
Pei Ji paused for a moment and said, "Nothing. I sent someone to investigate what you told me that day... and it turned out to be just as you said."
He paused, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.
“I didn’t believe it at first.”
His expression flashed by, but it did not escape Song Ci who had been observing him.
It is sad to be hurt by others, especially when the person who hurts you is your closest family member.
There should be no one in this world who can remain unmoved at all.
Even Pei Ji couldn't do it.
Pei Ji pondered for a moment, then met the girl's concerned gaze and said calmly, "I'm fine. It seems your situation isn't good either. But I'm very curious. They were very secretive about this matter, and I sent someone to investigate, only to discover some clues before finding the poison."
"Then Miss Song, how did you know?"
Song Ci's eyes were filled with confusion and panic, and various expressions flashed through her mind. Finally, she pursed her lips tightly and said firmly, "How did you know about this? I'm sorry, I can't tell you now. But Master Pei should know that I have no ill intentions."
Song Ci's long eyelashes trembled.
Pei Ji had no doubt about this. If Song Ci wanted to harm him, why would he tell him the truth about his weak body for so many years?
But then Pei Ji's eyes flashed with deep thought. Song Ci's help had nearly saved him from certain death. He had asked a familiar imperial physician to examine the poison, who had said it was a good thing it had been discovered. Although the poison was severe, it might not be fatal if treated and detoxified.
Such a big favor, and Song Ci has nothing to ask for?
Pei Ji always believed in equal exchange when doing things, and this was the first time he had seen Song Ci like this.
Maybe if she asks, I would be willing to help her even if her request is excessive.
On the desk was a thick stack of papers filled with information about the Song family, including the travels, interactions, and activities of each member of the Song family over the years.
Pei Ji investigated carefully and naturally knew where the third room where Song Ci was was.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Ci smiled and said, "What are you going to do?"
Pei Ji was slightly taken aback. He had originally thought that Song Ci would beg him for help. He had told him such important news, indirectly saving his life, and yet he didn't ask for anything?
"I'm not going to do anything." He stroked the teacup with his fingers: "At least not now."
Song Ci nodded, revenge is not something that can be done overnight.
It's not that she didn't have the thought of asking Pei Ji to help her, but her rebirth was her biggest secret. The hatred from her previous life hadn't happened in this life yet, so how could she explain it to him? After thinking it over, she decided to hide her thoughts and not mention them for the time being.
The two sat in silence for a while, neither of them speaking, yet the atmosphere was not awkward or strange at all. They just drank their tea quietly, and the room was harmonious.
"You have a guest." The tone was playful: "And it's a girl."
A man walked out from the stairs. He was wearing a blue-gray robe, with clear eyebrows, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a heroic figure.
His eyes lightly swept over Song Ci, lingered briefly on her cheek, and then quickly looked away, his eyes curved into crescents, like a cunning fox.
Without waiting for anyone to greet him, he calmly walked to Pei Ji's side and sat down.
He picked up the teacup and poured himself a cup of tea, "Alin, the water is cold."
Seeing how familiar he was, Song Ci thought he must be someone Pei Ji knew well. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so relaxed and at ease.
Alin held the sword to his chest and muttered, "Third Prince, please wait a moment." Then he hurried downstairs.
The Third Prince? Song Ci raised her head almost instantly and looked at the person in front of her.
The person opposite also noticed her gaze and smiled, revealing his white teeth.
"Excuse me, who is this girl?"
Pei Ji: "It's none of your business. What brings you here today?"
The Third Prince hooked his arm around Pei Ji's shoulders and winked, "Are you worried? I just asked for his name, but you're really hurting my feelings."
Pei Ji pushed him away in disgust, then patted the place on his clothes that had been touched.
Regardless of the other party's dissatisfaction, he shook it carefully until he felt it was completely clean, then sat down again.
The Third Prince, who would later become Prince Yu, fought the Crown Prince to the death, but ultimately lost. He was also Princess Le Yi's biological brother.
"You don't come here for no reason. If you have something to say, just say it."
The third prince, who had been laughing and cursing just now, became serious and glanced at Song Ci.
"It's getting late. I'm going back first."
Pei Ji did not try to persuade her to stay. He said calmly, "Miss Song, I'll let A-Lin take you there. I'm sure your sister won't wait for you."
Song Ci couldn't refuse this. There was only one carriage, and Song Rouxi and Song Ying would definitely not wait for her.
She nodded gently: "Thank you, Master Pei. And Brother Alin."
A-Lin, who had just returned with a kettle, nodded indifferently.
Just as the two took a few steps outside, the Third Prince behind them was slightly surprised: "Miss Song? Could you be the Third Miss of the Song family, Song Ci?"
Song Ci paused, turned back to meet the Third Prince's gaze, a look of slight surprise in her eyes, "Yes, I am Song Ci."
The Third Prince had a genuine smile on his face. "Le Yi is my sister. I heard that you helped her, and she's been mentioning you to me these past few days. Since you helped her, I owe you one. If you need anything, you can ask someone to pass on a message to me."
Song Ci was stunned for a moment, and then didn't say yes or no. He bowed and walked out.
I feel complicated.
She knew very little about the Third Prince, and the few things she did know were after the Crown Prince defeated Prince Yu. Logically speaking, the rise of the First and Second Houses, as well as the Song family, was inseparable from the Crown Prince.
She should find a way to help Prince Yu, but she didn't know what kind of person he was. If he was a vicious and evil person, she would have to find another way.
When she got downstairs, Alin was already waiting for her in the carriage.
Along the way, she felt complicated, with a lot of doubts in her chest that were difficult to explain. She could only sigh softly and wait until tomorrow to find a way to figure it out.
After Song Ci left, only the fragrant half-cup of tea remained in front of her. The edge of the teacup was tinged with pink, as if it were the color of Song Ci's lipstick.
Thinking of the girl's soft, plump and healthy pink lips, Pei Ji moved his gaze away.
.......
"Miss Song, we're here."
After opening the curtain, the familiar gate was right in front of him. Song Ci thanked A Lin and then slowly walked into the yard.
Ah Lin held the reins in his hand, looking up and down at the Song family, muttering softly, "They are obviously from the same family, but why is this eldest Miss Song so rude and arrogant, while the third Miss Song is so well-educated and well-mannered."
After saying that, he pulled the reins hard, and the horse slowly walked back the way it came.
Over the next few days, Old Lady Song did exactly as she had requested at the beginning and took back all the fruits, vegetables, chickens, ducks and geese from the farm.
But Song Rouxi was reluctant to sell that pot of flowers.
Li Yao glanced at it and said, "This flower is precious. If I sell it to someone who doesn't understand flowers, it might be wasted. It's better to keep it."
Song Rouxi nodded: "Good flowers are hard to come by. Even fewer people understand flowers. Grandma, why not keep them."
Old Mrs. Song didn't want to go along with Song Lao San and Song Ci's wishes from the beginning. Seeing Song Rouxi begging coquettishly, she began to hesitate.
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